Huh? Are they all real?...

At this moment, when Sals touched upon the prophecy.

The curtain that the dwarves had been clinging tightly to the relief fell the moment they could no longer hold on.

It revealed countless reliefs that terrified Sals—the eldest sons.

And it is a relief depicting the eldest sons being sent one by one to the Stele Valley for eternal rest!

This reminded him of his own death.

The evil voice deceived him.

He directed his prophecy toward the Valley of Death, where his firstborn sons lay in eternal rest.

So why?

Why are there these reliefs here?

In Sals's terror, the prophecy had been fully realized.

The stone slab shattered instantly, as did the surrounding reliefs.

Their debris stirred up a huge storm that trapped Sals firmly within it.

Sals wanted to stop the prophecy, but he found that his prophecy had gone out of control.

Because he doesn't have time anymore. He's no longer a god; he's just a mortal now!

The angels cannot stop the prophecies of the gods!

Even if you started it yourself!

However, upon encountering the ultimate, mysterious prophecy, he went completely berserk.

Realizing the immense terror brought on by the inspiration, Salz immediately tried to rush out.

But as soon as he reached out, his wrist was instantly shattered by flying stone chips.

Salz didn't even dare to clutch his wrist and cry out in pain; he wanted to rush out, to rush out as quickly as possible.

As his own flesh and blood mingled with the swirling storm of flying stone chips.

He had seen the terrifying things he had seen before—a ghastly green sun, hollow eyes, a muddy sea, and a headless giant.

"No, no, no!"

These are the things that killed him.

These are the manifestations of the pollution that occurred after the eldest sons died.

Sals's eyes began to spit fire, and his flesh and blood began to wither.

But he is still alive, though this time he is not nearly as deep as the last time.

However, he is no longer the true god he was last time.

"How can I possibly die here?!"

Sals let out a tremendous roar, and he exploded his last body, sending his head flying out.

He couldn't accept dying in the same place twice.

This time, he succeeded.

Although only his head was sent out, he did manage to break through the terrifying storm of rock fragments.

"Hahaha, I'm alive! I'm alive!"

The withered head, devoid of a body, laughed madly on the ground.

But what he didn't notice was that a very, very small piece of stone fell into his eye.

Therefore, he saw the truth that he had never seen before—the eldest sons gathered before the long table, their faces contorted, their forms frantically devouring the nameless yet incredibly sacred flesh and blood before them.

Why do the eldest sons do this?

As soon as curiosity arose, Salz knew it was over.

Because his eldest sons all looked at him.

His perspective began to change.

From a distance to a close look.

From passersby to food.

Knives and forks, and large hands gradually covered his vision.

To protect the secrets of an untold history, the eldest sons devoured the foolish new eyes across time.

Sals knew he was doomed.

What was strange about him was that he died because of the prophecy.

The prophet will eventually die; prophecy is an ancient proverb.

There's no need to be surprised.

His only question was why his prediction hadn't come true.

The bell tolls three times, and the gods return.

The warriors and kings of the previous two battles returned one by one, and the iron gate bell tolled loudly.

But what about the gods this time?

Before the last eyeballs were forked away and chewed up.

Salz finally saw the answer.

In the sky that should belong to the sun.

The cold, elegant, and no longer lonely dark moon brings the night back to the world.

At the same time, Sals also heard the long, melodious chimes of the Iron Gate bell.

He had completely misinterpreted the prophecy; his death was not unjust.

In endless self-mockery, Salz mocked his own embrace of darkness.

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Looking at Aurora, who remained silent before him.

Moen took out the only gift he had taken from the Seven Hills from his breastplate—a medal from Thorin.

"This is the true seal!"

Moen flipped the hammer and crown over, revealing the crimson blood moon.

Deep within the Seven Hills, he left a letter for Balin, instructing him and the dwarves to give Sals a gift that Moen had already prepared for him.

A gift that once again led to death from one's own past mistakes and contempt.

Moen believed that this was the perfect gift for a prophet!

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Chapter 225 King against King, God against God (4k)

How do you kill the elusive prophet?

The answer is that using prophecy is the simplest!

Prophets are a very difficult group to deal with; they can see everything and start planning almost years, or even hundreds or thousands of years in advance.

Faced with such powerful precognitive abilities, if you were to become the prophet's enemy, you might not even know if your own preparations were part of their prophecy.

Therefore, the best way is to use prophecy to make them kill themselves.

The idea that prophets will eventually die from their prophecies is not entirely unfounded.

Eighty percent of the prophetic families that die do so because they overly believe in prophecy, while the remaining twenty percent die because they do not rely on prophecy.

Therefore, using prophecy is the simplest way to kill a prophet.

There are many things in this world that cannot be touched, and even someone like Moen is well aware that there are many things in this world that he does not know.

So, as long as the prophets encounter something they shouldn't touch, the mission is accomplished!

You don't even need to give him the item; once he knows about it and makes the prophecy, he's doomed.

The greatest weapon of a prophet is his ability to see everything, but also his greatest weakness.

That's what Moen did.

The Feast of Blasphemy is something that must never be known. And he is also one of the eldest sons. If the other party points the finger at him, then Moen has a way to send Sals, who is already tainted by the Feast of Blasphemy and the eldest sons, back into that nightmare.

The solution is simple: have the dwarves carve reliefs of the firstborn sons being sent into the Valley of the Monuments from the ground.

Because Sals's prophecy about the location of the seal will always point to himself, and once it does, the eldest son relief that he deliberately left there will bring him back to his past nightmares.

He was already tainted by these taboos that he shouldn't have touched.

He died like this back then, and he's going to die like this now.

perfect!

It can be said that when Moen returned to Seven Hills this time, he focused almost all his attention on how to deal with Sals.

Because the prophet is the only one who can reveal the truth at any time.

Fortunately, my experience still applies.

Aurora's expression gradually turned serious as she looked at the Blood Moon Medal.

"So, Sals is dead?"

"I think so."

Moen carefully put the medal back into his breastplate and put it away.

So, shall we continue?

"King against king, god against god."

After a long silence, Aurora finally gave a bitter smile and said:

"I don't need to take any risks."

After saying this, the tall king carrying Aurora on his back also let out a long sigh and walked away.

There, pure white light formed a huge doorway, beyond which stood a pure white temple.

Aurora gave up.

She is not an adventurous person; every action she takes is taken only when it is absolutely safe or when there is absolutely no risk to herself.

Because she had easily obtained everything since childhood due to her looks and family background.

In her mind, there was no reason to risk her life for anything.

The greatest hardship she ever endured in her life was probably the coffee that the Eternal King concocted.

Moen silently watched as the tall king stepped into the gate of light.

The other party made no move until the radiant door disappeared.

Yes, the king from the wilderness does not like fighting, and Moen realized this from the moment they began to fight.

As for Aurora, that woman wouldn't take risks. She only loves herself, so she won't put herself in danger.

Therefore, all of this is normal.

There's no need to doubt, no need to be on guard.

After nodding slightly, Moen turned around to face the goddess behind him.

Noticing her own triumphant turn, the goddess from the Dark Moon finally experienced a tremendous emotional upheaval.

She had been coldly indifferent, staring at the pure white in front of her.

Now, the pure white has vanished, and all that remains is her king.

Her utterly terrifying king was yet another new dream.

The goddess raised her hand and then lowered it again. After a long struggle, Moen finally reached out and grabbed her slightly trembling hand.